Single Men
I just finished "Single Men" by Dave Hill. Somehow, I expected a book with the title "Single Men" to be written by a woman, and was disappointed that it was a male expounding on his own kind.
The book wasn't terribly intelligent, or brilliantly witty, or shockingly insightful. Yet, it was a page turner. A breezy, casual, gripping story of a housekeeper with a screwed-up life working for three blokes with even more screwed up lives. She's a single mom living in London with a non-existent love life, a mother who's living in the past and a friend who makes terrible dating decisions.
One keeps turning pages not necessarily because one can relate to the characters, but more so out of a morbid interest in their melancholy.
Like a typical Hollywood/Bollywood story, all characters emerge blissful, all stories have their ends tied up in neat bows, and they live happily ever after. It was a good on-the-plane book for my 9-hour flight from London, and I would recommend it for that purpose only.
